Coming to this world, two months have passed, Liu Zihong is still shopping for the first time, the miscellaneous clothes have naturally been changed, the body is a plain white robe, and he also has a folding fan in his hand, but he looks like a son. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Zhuo Wenxuan next to him is also a top beautiful man, the two stand together, Liu Zihong is chic and graceful, Zhuo Wenxuan is elegant and handsome, but it is a little difficult to distinguish Xuanxuan, Mu Shi automatically stood half a meter behind the two.

The Silver Star City is basically a three-story building, the streets are full of traffic, and there are many people in the rivers and lakes with swords and swords, and there is a powerful aura exuding from their bodies, indicating their identity as warriors or warlocks.

Men are good women, and women can naturally be good men, the two plus Mu Shi naturally attracted a lot of attention, and most of the women flashed their eyes on Mu Shi and fell on Liu Zihong or Zhuo Wenxuan.

Of course, there are also a few middle-aged ladies who are young and tigers, looking at Mu Shi's tall and sturdy body, they can't help but lick their tongues, and a few hints of hunger and thirst appear in their eyes.

Zhuo Wenxuan occasionally came up with a few words that made Liu Zihong break out in a cold sweat, after all, his predecessor left him a pitiful memory, in addition to his language ability, it is estimated that he can also remember the beggar street.

Zhuo Wenxuan naturally knew Liu Zihong's previous identity, and he naturally realized it at this time, thinking that he had accidentally touched Liu Zihong's pain, and immediately began to change the topic to help Liu Zihong get familiar with some interesting places here.

Juhua Pavilion, a place with many beautiful women, a place where men eat tea, listen to music, and drink flower wine, so Liu Zihong understood, and his heart suddenly became hot.

Since he came to this world, Liu Zihong has just begun to be unlucky, there is no difference between ten days and dead people, and he was finally transferred, and he was in a coma for a period of time, and he entered the Silver Star Academy until now, and he has not had the opportunity to see the girls in this world, and he has a little time to practice Jiuyang Divine Skill.

Seeing Zhuo Wenxuan passing by the gate of Juhua Pavilion, Liu Zihong turned his head with a light face and quickly swept his eyes, lamenting twice in his heart, it seems that he can only wait for the future.

There are a lot of Yingchun Pavilion of the same type, Lianhua Building, Miaoyin Fang, etc., and there are dozens of them, and the most ruthless one is called Wuyang Building, which impresses Liu Zihong, isn't this the place where men dance Yang, it couldn't be more appropriate.

Along the bustling crowd, swaying and walking for more than ten minutes, and finally stopped in front of a three-story attic, more than ten meters away from the door, there is a stone carving with a handle more than a foot high, but it is a heavy sword.

There is a flag standing at the door, the four big characters on the book 'the official government stops', the high place of the restaurant is a plaque, the Fubo Building, but the pillars on both sides are the sub-couplets, the left side says: "Lift the Tao to think that it is a lot, Yan Zhao Yunshan floats in the sea", the right side says: "Brew the silver star and do Li, Dongzhou heroes gather the head of the building", the so-called Jutao and the silver star refer to the northwest of Zhao respectively and the silver star river that crosses the country.

A hundred years ago, the general of Zhao Fubo, the marquis of the broken army, made great contributions in the founding war, but he did not want to be an official in the court, so he opened this restaurant in Silver Star City. ”

The wine is sweet and sour, with a taste of wine, which makes Liu Zihong a little happy, he is not a drinker himself, and it is best to drink this.

"This is just what we drink, they drink differently, high-concentration wine, we people, I'm afraid we can't stand it!" Zhuo Wenxuan saw Wu Liang's doubts, and helped him popularize science by the way.

The two big men next to him heard Zhuo Wenxuan's voice, turned their heads and looked at the wine bottles of the two, and there were a few wisps of disdain in their eyes: "Only good men can drink spirits, you waste materials that can't even practice, I'm afraid you will pour it after a glass, let's make it with that kind of fruit!"

Stretching out his hand to grab Liu Zihong, who was getting ready, Zhuo Wenxuan said in a low voice: "The government personnel here can't come in, the only thing that counts is force, let's not make trouble!"

After thinking about it, Liu Zihong decided not to bother with them, and went back and drank his own fruit wine, which tasted very delicious.

"That's right! It's not difficult to admit that you're a piece of crap. The voice next to him came again, and Liu Zihong couldn't help but turn his head and look at it carefully.

The gray suit, probably not washed in months, with a scruffy beard carved with weather-beaten marks, and two long swords on the side of the table, made of the most ordinary green steel, it seems that it is not very mixed.

"Are you two going to treat me for a drink?" smiled and turned his face to look at the two, the disdain in his eyes that could be seen by a person.

The two people on the other side couldn't imagine that these two waste materials dared to ridicule each other, which clearly meant that he was a poor ghost, and he didn't lose his face if he lost people, and he didn't lose face when he lost money, and one of them slapped the table and stood up: "Where is one cup enough, drink a bowl and let you go, otherwise don't blame us for being polite!"

Sure enough, it was an unreasonable place, Liu Zihong shook his head and stood up, looking at the wine bowl that the other party brought over, about half a catty, and slightly sipped it in the innermost, the taste of wine is still not very strong, it is estimated to be in the thirties.

Raised his neck and drank it in a big gulp, in just a dozen seconds, a bowl of wine was down, his face was not red or panting, and he touched the remaining wine at the corner of his mouth: "How about I also invite the two of you to drink a bowl!"

Although Zhuo Wenxuan didn't know what Liu Zihong was going to do, he knew that he was a poor ghost, so he knocked on the table and threw out a silver ingot: "Serve wine, the best wine!"

Rich is so capricious, the half-meter-high wine jar, the infinite strength of wood and stone is easily placed on the table, Liu Zihong patted the sealing mud on it, and the rich aroma of wine came out, which is estimated to have exceeded fifty degrees.

"Mu Shi, pour it full for the two heroes!" The heavy words of the heroes made the two men feel a little hot on their faces, and other people in the restaurant also came over, and even some people upstairs looked at it, and when they saw someone fighting for wine, they immediately came to their senses.

It's hard to ride a tiger because I want to think about the current situation, the two looked at each other, picked up the wine bowl and prepared to drink: "Don't panic, you can have a bowl for one person, I'm afraid you won't be able to drink much!"

"Boy, when your grandfather and I were drinking, you were still drinking milk!" one of them was furious, and without hesitation, he raised his neck and poured half a catty into his stomach for a long time, looking like he had a good amount of wine.

Liu Zihong waved his hand, Mu Shi immediately poured him full of wine, and in an instant, he was half a catty, still laughing and talking, and the rich aroma of wine emanated from his body.

In an instant, more than a dozen catties of wine were left, and the two big men were already red-faced, and their bodies were staggering and sitting on the chair, which could be seen to be no longer good, and Liu Zihong was just slightly blushing.

Turning the wine jar upside down, estimating the weight, lifting the wine jar with one hand, stepping on the stool with one foot, raising his head slightly, the wine flowed out of the jar like a clear spring, and entered Wu Liang's mouth, without any waste.

A few minutes later, the wine jar fell steadily on the table, Liu Zihong wiped his mouth, waved his sleeves, and sat down calmly, holding up a peanut with chopsticks, his eyes were not dazzled, and his hands were not shaking.